Vegas II - The Adventure of 19 Women

Look Mom, I got married in Vegas...

72 hours in Sin City and all I got was this lousy hat...


The ARL at Caesar's Palace.


K-Fed's lip sync did not convince me to purchase his album.

Although K-Fed would probably not host his CD release party at the same lounge on 18th Street where my girls are dancing, and although a celebrity hob-knob would be more likely to consist of a screwdriver with DC Bachelor than a glass of champagne with Tom Brady or Kathy Hilton, a trip to Vegas was really no different than any other weekend in DC. What I have realized about my crew is that, regardless of the bat channel, we're always going to have the same incredible bat time.

What Las Vegas had to offer us was excessive drinking, new female acquaintances with beads and cute dresses, silly picture poses like the lion claw, self-portraits, boobs, excessive drinking, podium dancing, teaching two quiet men (pimps) how to hit on a pretty woman (who, unbeknownst to this Cookie, was also their trick), consumer shenanigans, and even more excessive drinking. Really, a weekend in the town that never sleeps was just like a weekend in DC on too much red bull (for twice the price, but worth every penny).

I am seriously blessed to have such wonderful women in my life...